This is what Skip, my lovely yoga teacher, said to me at 6:30 am while I was in elbow side plank.
Happy mid-week, everyone! I am feeling good after two sessions of yoga 12 hours apart…maybe I am turning into my sister…
This is what Skip, my lovely yoga teacher, said to me at 6:30 am while I was in elbow side plank.
Happy mid-week, everyone! I am feeling good after two sessions of yoga 12 hours apart…maybe I am turning into my sister…
Per the usual, as October reaches its midsection, I am preparing for Thanksgiving.
“I will send you access to the spreadsheet I started,” I said today to MMC.
She was in disbelief. Obviously I have already started a spreadsheet.
Two years ago, I was helpless, lost, didn’t know how to make a turkey in the slightest. At this time, I was researching how to roast a turkey. I barely knew Corelyn. I was basically on my own.
It is a Christmas miracle that not knowing Corelyn is behind me, and that we are cruisin’ into our third Thanksgiving together, ready for anything.
Last year, we brined the turkey. We’ve decided that it wasn’t worth it.
“That doesn’t mean we won’t be coming over at 6:00 am,” C says to the group last week. “Just so we’re clear.”
Needless to say, we’re beginning the guest list, the menu, and deciding how to make our turkey. Corelyn suggested this. She was half joking. And half not. Or maybe less than half not. I am thinking this might be a good idea.
What are you doing for Thanksgiving? How do you make your turkey?